What Belongs to Her. Rachel Brimble

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      MONDAY MORNING WAS an early start for John and he couldn’t deny there was something about waking up in Templeton Cove rather than in the inner city that instantly cleared the senses. He breathed in the sea air as he walked through the empty fair and into the office. It was barely eight and everything was eerily quiet.

      The quietness, the faraway sound of seagulls and the roll of the ocean should have felt alien to him. It was far too soon for him to be feeling the appeal of life in this small seaside town, yet still it inched over his shoulders.

      Had his father felt the same thing when he first came to Templeton years before?

      God, he didn’t want to even have that in common with the man. He wanted to continue to hate him as much as he always had. Time and again, he kicked himself for not ripping up Kyle’s letter asking him to come here. Yet, here he was. Still in Templeton.

      More than once, John had left Kyle’s Templeton Cove mansion over the weekend, suitcase in hand, and headed for his car. He’d gotten as far as sitting in the driver’s seat before getting out and going back inside.

      He unlocked the office door and entered, tossing his jacket onto the back of his chair and sitting down. He slid the file box he carried onto the desk before lifting his feet onto the desk to rest next to the box, crossing his legs at the ankles. John leaned back and closed his eyes.

      Somehow, he had to find the tenacity to stay and see his intentions through. He had to know who his father was now, and who he’d been when he shot and killed the man who murdered his wife—John’s mother—nineteen years before. Once he found whatever the hell it was he was searching for to release the bitter resentment eating him from the inside out, he’d leave Templeton and never again have to think about the man who had abandoned him.

      He opened his eyes and looked toward Sasha’s desk at the opposite side of the room. His stomach instantly knotted. If he frittered away or gave away Kyle’s earnings, would that extinguish the fire in his belly? Make John happier than he was now? Or did the annihilation lie within someone else...or maybe within himself? He’d be a liar if he said his draw to stay longer in the Cove hadn’t been perpetuated by the exotic-looking and passionate Sasha Todd.

      Time and again, he’d pondered how it would be to make love to her.

      Yet, it wasn’t just his attraction to her that drove his desire. It was how she made him look at himself through her eyes. It was unnerving. He thought he could do this. Thought his anger would keep his drive to ruin Kyle alive and strong throughout his mission...but she’d barely left his mind all weekend and with that, she made him think about how ugly a person this mission made him. The openness of her dark and beautiful gaze was more telling than that of any woman he’d ever met. Her thinly disguised emotions ripped at his heart and he hated it. One minute angry, the next sad, he felt as though he knew her and it entirely confused him.